Page 39 of How To Summon A Memory
“I’m sorry if it’s not what you wanted, but I bound you to me with a blood seal. It’s what Vi said to do, and I trusted her.”
“She’s smart.” My words slur a little and I can’t help the goofy grin when Wick comes into view.
“I thought I was going to lose you again.” Wick takes my hand and presses it to his lips. “You were so still.” He looks lost. “I never want to lose you again. You’re mine, Ethan.Mine.”
His growl goes right to my dick, and it takes everything in me to will the appendage to stay the fuck down.
“And you’re mine, Wicky. No one else can have you.” I squeeze his hand and his tail swishes behind him. A different tail than I’m used to. I push to sit, but he presses me back down. “What happened while I was out?”
He gives me the rundown. Florence gave up their magic. They released Wick. Then Wick had to bind us before any of the witches had the chance to.
“Apparently, most of them were afraid of what might happen if they came into your room.” He rubs his cheek against my hand. “Honestly, I was afraid too, but I wasn’t going to let the magic consume you. I couldn’t.” He lets me go to pace. “And I know we don’t technically know each other anymore. But I want to change that. I want to?—”
He stops. “I… I don’t have a crossroads anymore. I can do anything and not worry about that obligation.”
I smile up at him. “What do you plan to do with your life?”
“Besides, love you every moment?” His tufted tail sways behind him. “I think I want to open a bakery.”
“That’s perfect.”
He throws his head back and laughs. “I’m—we’re free.”
“Knock. Knock.” Florence mimes on the door as they come in. “Just wanted to make sure you’re okay. Wick’s been hogging you for days.”
I groan. “How long was I out this time?”
The pair look at each other.
“You don’t wanna know,” Florence says.
“At least I had pleasant dreams.”
Wick’s cheeks blush again.
Vi zooms in and sasses me, but she’s happy I’m awake. She gives me the sweetest images of Wick by my bed and I reach out to scrub a hand through his hair. My lovely demon.
Rosco and Squid amble into the room as if they’re buddies now.
“Come here, buddy,” Wick holds out his arms and cuddles the raccoon.
I cock a brow.
Florence scratches Rosco under the chin. “Poor guy, Cordia rejected him. She’s sorry about it now, but he won’t have anything to do with her anymore, and I don’t blame him.”
“I adopted him,” Wick says with the biggest grin. “He’s so funny. Why would she give him up?”
“He really is a hoot,” I say. “He loves apples.”
“I know, and he gets into shenanigans at my place.” He noses the raccoon. “We’re the bestest of pals, aren’t we? And you like Frankie and Pumpkin, don’t you?”
Florence snorts before sitting on the edge of my bed. “Are you mad at me?”
“For what? Saving us all? No.” I squeeze her hand.
“I basically took your plan, but made it my own. Worked perfectly, I’d say. I have no magic to speak of and can still do exactly what I planned on doing in the first place. I have an application in to acquire a Hellhound, but we’ll see if I’m approved. I have a cute little log cabin where I’ll sell my herbal concoctions. I’m so excited.”
I rub at my head, taking it all in. “How long was I out for?”
